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The cache IS NOT at the above listed coordinates! Christmas Hill is a nature sanctuary which does not allow them, but the cache is close by on public land. Spell correct the following classic Christmas poem by Clement Clarke Moore then count all of the MISSING letters. FTF prize = christmas ornament
Add the number of missing letters in the first half (28 lines) of poem. This number = A.
Add together the missing letters in the last half (28 lines). This number = B.
ADD A to the northerly UTM coordinate listed above. ADD B to the easterly UTM coordinate listed above. Tweezers or pocket tool may be handy :)
Twas the night before Christmas, when a through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nichoas soon woud be there.
The chidren were nested a snug in their beds,
Whie visions of sugar-pums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just setted our brains for a ong winter’s nap.
When out on the awn there arose such a catter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I few ike a fash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-faen snow
Gave the ustre of mid-day to objects beow.
When, what to my wondering eyes shoud appear,
But a miniature seigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a ittle old driver, so ivey and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eages his coursers they came,
And he whisted, and shouted, and caed them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Bitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wa!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away a!"
As dry eaves that before the wid hurricane fy,
When they meet with an obstace, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they few,
With the seigh fu of Toys, and St Nichoas too.
And then, in a twinking, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each itte hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nichoas came with a bound.
He was dressed a in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his cothes were a tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bunde of Toys he had fung on his back,
And he ooked ike a pedder, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinked! his dimpes how merry!
His cheeks were ike roses, his nose ike a cherry!
His dro itte mouth was drawn up ike a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he hed tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encirced his head ike a wreath.
He had a broad face and a itte round bey,
That shook when he aughed, ike a bowfu of jey!
He was chubby and pump, a right joy od ef,
And I aughed when I saw him, in spite of mysef!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fied a the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And aying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his seigh, to his team gave a whiste,
And away they a few ike the down of a thiste.
But I heard him excaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to a, and to a a good-night!"
Additional Hints
(Decrypt)
Ba gur funql fvqr bs gur sve.